Page 105 of Lost in Fire

“Fuck, I’ve never seen anything like you,” I murmur, hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips.

“You’re beautiful too,” she sighs back as she rocks against me, the slick heat of her core sliding along my length without takingme inside. A teasing, torturous friction that makes my hips buck involuntarily. When I reach down to guide myself into her, she catches my wrists, pinning them gently beside my head.

“Patience,” she commands, eyes flashing gold at the edges. “I won’t risk hurting you.”

“You won’t,” I growl, but surrender to her pace, entranced by the sight of her above me.

She releases my hands to trail her fingers down my chest, careful around the healing scars. Her touch lights fire beneath my skin, magic and desire intertwining until I can’t separate them. When she finally raises her hips and positions the head of my cock at her entrance, I have to grit my teeth against the need to thrust upward.

The first slow slide of her body taking mine draws groans from us both. She’s impossibly tight, slick heat gripping me like a fist as she sinks down inch by careful inch. Her head falls back, throat exposed in a graceful arch as she seats herself fully.

“God, Vanya,” I breathe, hands returning to her hips, feeling the subtle texture change where scales begin to emerge along the curve of her waist. The contrast of smooth skin and silken scales under my palms is intoxicating.

She begins to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that starts achingly slow. Her hands brace against my chest, still exquisitely careful. With each roll of her hips, more scales shimmer across her skin—not a full transformation, but her dragon nature surfacing in response to pleasure.

I watch, transfixed, as gold bleeds into her irises, consuming the blue until her eyes burn like twin suns. Her control is slipping, and nothing has ever been more erotic than watching this powerful creature lose herself while joined with me.

“You feel…” she gasps, inner muscles clenching around my shaft as she grinds down harder, “…perfect.”

My hands roam higher, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling nipples that harden under my touch. She moans, movements becoming less measured, more instinctual. The careful pace dissolves as pleasure builds between us.

“Don’t hold back,” I urge, lifting my hips to meet her downward thrust. “I won’t break.”

Something primal flashes in those golden eyes. Her movements quicken, the slick slide of our bodies creating obscene, perfect sounds in the quiet room. Scales ripple down her arms, across her breasts, catching light like gems. The dragon in her is rising closer to the surface with each roll of her hips.

I pull her down against me, needing her closer, needing more. The feel of her scales against my chest creates an irresistible friction, cool and hot at once. Her mouth finds mine, kissing me with a hunger that matches the rhythm of our bodies.

Her inner muscles flutter around me as her pleasure builds. I slip a hand between us, fingers finding her clit and circling it. She gasps against my mouth when I touch her there, her body trembling.

“Hargen,” she pants, movements growing erratic as she chases release. “I can’t—”

“God,” I whisper against her throat. “I want to feel you coming around me.”

We move together with renewed urgency, my thrusts meeting hers, driving deeper. Her dragon nature surfaces completely—eyes pure gold, scales shifting and gleaming across her torso and thighs as she takes me deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, like being claimed by something ancient and powerful and utterly devoted.

“Now,” she gasps as I feel her body begin to shake. “Hargen, now—”

The world narrows to this moment. Her cry as release takes her, her teeth finding the juncture between my neck and shoulder, the sharp pain as she bites down hard enough to draw blood.

Then magic explodes between us.

Dragon fire flows through the bite mark, searing and cold at once. I feel her consciousness merge with mine, centuries of instinct and memory and fierce protective love flooding my awareness. The boundaries between us dissolve completely.

Mine,her voice echoes in my mind.Always mine.

Always yours,I think back, and feel her wonder at the connection, the perfect understanding that words never could have achieved.

The fire spreads outward from the bite, etching itself into my skin in intricate patterns. Scales, I realize dimly. Her mark taking root in my very bones. But the pain is nothing compared to the completeness—the sense of coming home to myself after decades of living as half a person.

When awareness returns, we’re still tangled together, breathing hard. Her head rests on my shoulder, lips gentle against the mark she left behind. I can feel her satisfaction like it’s my own emotion, her contentment settling into my pores.

“I can feel you everywhere,” she whispers, wonder clear in her voice.

“Good.” I stroke her hair, still platinum but now I can sense the dragon fire beneath it, the ancient power that’s always been part of her. “This means you can’t hide from me anymore.”

She laughs against my throat. “No more secrets.”

I examine the mark on my shoulder—an intricate pattern of scales that looks like it was branded into my skin, but doesn’t hurt. The opposite, actually. It pulses gently with each of her heartbeats, a constant reminder of the bond between us.

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